Happiness is an enemy. It weakens you. Suddenly, you have something to lose.
If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.
All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.
It seems to me that no matter what religion you subscribe to, acts of kindness are the stepping-stones to making the world a better place--because we become better people in it.
The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.
Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
I wish that someone had said to me that it's normal to feel lost for a little while.
As I have often written, power is the fundamental ingredient of the human experience. Every action in life, every thought, every choice we make-even down to what we wear and whether we are seating in first class or coach-represents a negotiation of power somewhere on the scale of power that constitutes life.
Acceptance is what we wish for ourselves and often deny others.
In the beginning, a monkey evolutioned gay marriage.